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On Seeing a Painting By Picasso

On Seeing a Painting by Picasso

By Elton Camp

The museum has a portrait by Picasso on display
When I heard that, I knew had to go by that way
I must admit that, a country hick like me
Has few chances a real work of art to see

The first painting I saw caused me to smile
It obviously was the work of a little child
A real talent for painting the child had not
Yet the museum gave it a prominent spot

In time the child might learn to draw
When better examples of art it saw
Now derisive laughter the kid might hear
If it came to visit and was standing near

I had to hope most folks won’t mind
To a little one’s work to try to be kind
An attempt to paint a woman it seemed to be
But it certainly looked very strange to me

One eye was looking over to her right
While the other had a straight sight
The nose was not located in between
In the place of an ear it could be seen

Mouth wasn’t at the center of her chin
Way over toward the side it did begin
The figure’s hair wasn’t up on the top
Way down to the left side it did drop

Her face was littered with weird designs
Composed of many multiple colored lines
I hoped nobody the child would ask
If it was a horrid Halloween mask

Of that painting I had quite enough
I was ready to see the genuine stuff
“Guard, where may the Picasso be found
So I won’t have to hunt for it all around?”

My question seemed the guard to confuse
Or perhaps I should say it came to amuse
His words to me were such a total surprise
“That is it, right there before your eyes.”
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My Inner Child

My inner child

Written By Dean Masciarelli

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

My inner child 
will 
always remain

Because there are so 
many things 
that I still enjoy doing

Like I did back in the 
days when I was young

When I would drop water 
balloons 
off of very tall buildings

With some friends
 
And then we would 
go 
find another building

So that we could do 
it all over again

Because we were 
having so much fun

And I still 
enjoy flying

Remote controlled 
airplanes

When ever I can 

Like I did when 
I was young

Because I still enjoy 
chasing people 
while they are driving

Or chasing birds 
when ever I can

Because it can 
be so much fun

And as long as it 
doesn’t 
cause them any harm

And I never end 
up 
hurting anyone

Then I will know
that 
I will be just fine

And I will continue 
doing the same things

Over and over again

For as long as I can

Because I only 
get 
one time around

So I am going to try to have
as much fun as I possibly 
can in this life time of mine

My inner child 
will 
always remain

Because there are so 
many things 
that I still enjoy doing

Like I did back in the 
days when I was young

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